Bones spent the next two days in hospital, with only Booth or Angela for company. It was whilst talking to Booth however that Bones had realised the affect of her collapse had had on her friends. Booth had said that Angela had been a nervous wreck and Hodgins had gone into self-hate mode. He blamed himself for Brennan's collapse. Cam had been called in front of both the Jeffersonian board and their friends to answer why she thought it was okay to keep Brennans secret. Sweets had watched all of her friends fall apart in concern. Brennan shook her head
"I do not understand… I understand losing me would hurt and that I went about protecting everyone wrongly. Yet you are all mad at Cam and Sweets for doing their jobs properly." Booth had laughed
"Bones, for someone so intelligent you can be quite dense, we're mad because as much as they are our boss and phycologist we also think of them as friends. How do you think it would feel if you died and they knew you were dying but we didn't?" Bones contemplated what he was saying
"You would be angry but that's what I wanted, I would rather you all be angry than have to feel the pain of loss" she admitted. Booth frowned
"Yes but we would be angry at the loss we feel"
"Anger is an easier emotion to process"
"Says who?"
"Many people"
"Well they are obviously stupid, I wouldn't put much stock in them"
"They are respected scientists Booth."
"Yes, well I'm a respected F.B.I agent and I say that your logic is stupid"
"My logic is sound Booth, you're just upset that I'm right" Booth threw his hands up in the air
"Yes Bones, you are one hundred percent right that I'm mad at your logic!" he said, sarcastically. Bones was about to reply when a cough erupted behind them. They turned around to see Hodgins stood there with flowers in hand.
"You know you're meant to be resting" he noted. Bones smiled
"I am, I am lying" and then pointed to her self lying as if to reinforce the point. Hodgins laughed
"Typical" he muttered. Booth stared between the two and quietly excused himself.

Hodgins crept forward, he placed her flowers in the vase on her bedside table.
"Sorry I haven't visited you yet" He apologised. "The labs just been crazy, and someone had to tell Zack you were ill and I've just had so much to do, do you know that there are nearly six point five million species on earth, that's not counting the species under water and- "
"It's not your fault" Brennan cut him off. Hodgins turned to her, his eyes sad.
"They said that you were stressed which caused pressure on your brain." He admitted, Brennan said nothing, she just stared at him. Hodgins was usually neat about his appearance but not today, his hair was a mess, his shoes were battered, and his clothes looked wrinkled, not to mention the beard he was currently owning. She sighed
"This was not your fault Hodgins, it was mine." The man opened his mouth to defend her but she stopped him.
"I didn't tell you and because of that you jumped to conclusions, yes admittedly being yelled at probably triggered a panic attack but that didn't cause the seizure, I have brain cancer Hodgins and as I am sure you are aware that means that seizures are inevitable." Hodgins seemed relived but also confused at her words. Brennan saw the confusion and grabbed his hand, he looked to her, trying to stop his tears.
"I do not blame you, I do not know why I didn't tell you, Angela or Booth. That was a mistake on my part. You can't blame yourself, understood?" she said. When he didn't answer she asked him again and he nodded numbly. The Forensic Anthropologist grinned
"Good, now if you excuse me I am rather tired." Hodgins nodded and before Brennan had time to react he pulled her into a hug.
"I am so glad you are okay" she nodded as he left.